Hooker’s diary. Part 8
August 18th, 2008The father decides to make his son a present and takes him to the brothel where he chooses to fuck our heroine…
I took Horst’s hand and put it on my boob, then started caressing myself with his hand, getting his fingers in my crotch and ass.
“You’re a big boy Horst, and when you’re in a brothel you can touch girls anywhere you want. But if you’re outside a brothel watch your hands otherwise you can get charged with sexual harassment.” I started my “lesson” even before getting in the “classroom.”
As soon as we got in the room, Host locked the door and gave me the money. I stuck them behind the garter.
“What are we gonna do today, Frau Lotta? The same thing as yesterday? I liked it a lot!”
“Maybe you wanna try something new, darling?”
My words affected him greatly. His eyes sparkled, he blushed, his hands got sweaty and wet, his breathing got heavier. So we started the class. First, the warming up activity – we were undressing each other. We were fondling and kissing each other’s body. Then we went on fondling each other in the 69 position we’d practiced during our first meeting. I was ready to please his huge and hard dick, while he was ready to work on my wet and totally insatiable slit. Oooh, he was licking me so fantastically hot! I was really close to cumming. (more…)
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